Nightshade (Sorrowsong University, #1)

by Autumn Woods

I’d rather shit in my hands and clap than set foot inside your bedroom.

I’m worried my worst fears are coming true. That I’m so damaged that I’ll end up incapable of loving or being loved.

He grins like this has made his day. “You like my thighs?” “Nope. You misheard me.” “I’d pay good money to watch you grind on one of them.”